[A/N: A little quickie done while watching the Winter Olympics [actually fallen in love with them (': ] Yes it is Seph/Gen, not Lazard/Seph, as was thought P: Bit of an odd one to write but hrmmm~ feedback appreciated! 8D]
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Ringing.
"Sephiroth."
"Good evening, Director."
"Is this a good time?"
The sound of a door hissing open and sighing shut without the entrant speaking. Here we go…
"Perfectly, sir."
"Good. I hope you're free tomorrow."
Footsteps, obviously trying to be silent, even knowing that nothing could escape his enhanced hearing. A presence he could recognise even without looking. A breath.
"I can be, if needed."
"Your presence is requested at a publicity event in Sector Nine. Nothing special – you just need to be there to represent SOLDIER."
"Won't you be there for that?"
"I will be busy."
Warmth against his back, hands on his waist, firm but not malicious. A whisper; tell him you're busy too…
I can't.
"What was that?"
"Nothing, sir. May I ask what this event is?"
You don't need to know, I'll keep you here… The breathed threat, followed by a scalding kiss burning the side of his neck, pressing harder against him, insistent.
We both know you can't do that.
"It's only the opening of a building ShinRa commissioned, but we have to do these things properly – keep up the reputation." A pause. He doesn't answer. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, thank you sir. My apologies."
Teeth scratching against his skin, nipping at his ear, seeking to draw the breath from him. Hands beginning to wander, sliding practised under leather, nails working on steel buckles without even needing to see.
"I'm sorry I can't attend instead of you..."
"I'm sure your business is more important, sir."
Not more important than me, surely… Red-gloved fingers moving his hair aside to kiss at his neck, warm breath washing down him, impatient.
"It's no inconvenience."
Liar.
"I knew I could rely on you, Sephiroth. Someone will be around to collect you in the morning."
You won't be here though. A smirk he could feel against his skin, hands sliding his coat off to land with a thunk on the floor.
Yes I will. I can get back here in time. But with no attempt to push the hands off, no effort to free himself from the embrace encircling him from behind. Harsher now, harder, kisses turning into nips and bites as more primal instincts than temptation and teasing begin to kick in.
"Thank you, Director."
"Goodbye, Sephiroth."
About time. My turn now. Triumphant; taking the telephone away from him and snapping it shut before he has a chance to reply to the Director in kind. Throwing it away onto the sofa; slipping around to Sephiroth's front to command all of his attention.
"If you're off tomorrow then, make your time now worth it."
Connection established.
